Tornado Weather by Jennifer Rockwell

Ours was a collision of dreams

Me and my roundabout boy.

I used to ask him,

Is your universe beneath the water

Or above the clouds or

Only in your mind?

Who cared anyway?

He was my rainbow man.

His smell rubbed into my blood.

He was walking backwards when we met

And I asked him,

Whose baby are you? and

Won't you be mine?

He said, I have to stay here on this cloud

And wait for Tomorrow. Yesterday.

And for the Golden Girl to come.

I wrapped myself in tissue paper

And gave myself to him

but he put me in a pocket with a hole

And kept on waiting.

Roundabout boy

I insisted that you love me

And your caress, warm feather of a hand—

 

There are snakes down here.

The future looms in the low and heavy clouds

Stirring up the dirt,

Waiting. Waiting to bleed.

When the rain comes

I'll finally let you disappear into the clouds.

Tornado Weather is taking you with it.

About the Poet:

Jennifer Rockwell is an emerging American writer living in Canada. She has been published in The Copperfield Review and is currently pursuing an MA in Writing at Johns Hopkins University and an ALM in Creative Writing and Literature from Harvard Extension School.